Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Congo and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Parry Music to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
T.S.O.L.,
Masters at Work,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Patti Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantytec,
These Immortal Souls,
The Neon Judgement,
Don Cherry,
Sonny Sharrock,
David McCallum,
Brass Construction,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kenny Larkin,
Brand Nubian,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fortunes,
Man Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
The Motions,
June of 44,
New Age Steppers,
Newcleus,
Shoche,
Franke,
Essential Logic,
Moby Grape,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Depeche Mode,
Livin' Joy,
Circle Jerks,
Clear Light,
Pagans,
Andrew Hill,
Little Man,
Rapeman,
The Black Dice,
Average White Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Bananas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The United States of America,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scion,
the Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hoover,
The Names,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Faraquet,
The Vogues,
Malaria!,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.